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Black Tar, Suzzie.
There once was a girl named Suzzie.
I guess you could say Suzzie
was missing some vital screws in her younger years.
All day and all night, Suzzie would amuse to enthuse,
until the point of misuse.
Before finding herself reusing.
Relapsing into that old familiar abuse.
You could say, Suzzie wasn't content in her life.
Hell-bent on the decent into torment.
***... violence... drugs...
And to what extent...
Consenting to the need?
Proceeding to only concede?
The black bead...
The devilish ****.
A seed to heed warning too.
All day and all night, Suzzie would churn.
Yearning for her upturn,
for the point of no return.
Instead Suzzie turned her life around.
She learned, to earn.
Spurred by her yearning and churning,
of a childhood induced coma.
The mere brightness all from Suzzie's mindset.
A guidance from the righteous highness.
She's won her inner crisis at last!
"Bye, bye Black Tar, Suzzie!"
"Hello, the newer better you!"
Kenneth Irving MacPherson
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